I had always dreamed of my wedding day, but when the moment came, I found myself standing at the altar, staring at my groom, Daniel, in shock and betrayal.
“I DON’T,” I said loudly, causing a stunned silence.
I then turned to Daniel’s mother, Mrs. Cole, and accused her of trying to bribe me to leave Daniel at the altar, offering money and claiming I wasn’t worthy of him. I revealed that the ring Daniel was meant to wear was for another woman she had chosen for him.
Daniel’s mother was silent as I explained everything. “I love you, Daniel, but I won’t marry into a family that thinks I can be bought out,” I said.
I turned to leave, but Daniel stopped me, choosing me over his mother. He defended me, telling her she was no longer part of his life.
After a few emotional moments, Daniel and I decided to get married, just the two of us, free from manipulation. Years later, when we watched our daughter take her first steps, I knew I had made the right choice—because love is about choosing someone every day. And Daniel chose me.
